“There are more things in heaven and earth than most people would dream of” chuckled Septimus. “If my dealings with Mages and their ways are anything to go by, you have both been called and must not be found wanting. Some great adventure awaits you.”
An air of deep unusualness greeted him, as he opened his door on a blustery autumn morning and set out to walk through the woods.
Has it ever known peace, this sad and beautiful land.
As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Rumination, or call it reflection perhaps. Free of the destructive connotations of the former, the latter seems more wholesome. A liberating appraisal of a life lived less well than it could have been.
Will you listen, perchance, to a holy man or prophet. Does philosopher or mage have the answers you seek, a fool even.
While some may appear to lead a life unperturbed by fear and doubt, many are driven by forces less benign.
Equanimity, the acceptance of unity and seeing through duality.
I find myself wondering how much the historical Jesus billed Lazarus for his resurrection.
Deep in meditative trance a voice, my own perhaps, told me that I sought a god and had always done so.
I felt it as soon as I sat down, the presence. Or was it a smell, a feeling a sound of silence.
The happiest mind is the empty mind. The mind of pure experience. Empty of though but full of what is.
Hard as they are to describe, if I had to use one word to paint a picture of a mystical … More
There are certain activities or states of mind which trigger in me what Abraham Maslow calls “peak experiences”. Reading Keith Hancock’s Mystical Experience of Reality does just that.
Silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of noise. Noise is not simply the presence of undesired sound.
When it comes to parallel universes, it does not get much better than Narnia. Where better to escape the troubles of a world which at times feel overwhelming.
Enjoying the cool spring sunshine this morning, I had a moment of truth as my eye was caught by dew drops in the long grass. I was sitting in our beautiful patch of wild meadow at the bottom of the garden.
I hadn’t quite realized until very recently just how damaging the human ego is.
Let the world go by and you may find yourself at peace.
There can be few greater attractions than sitting on a country railway station.
I was listening to some cross legged Russian windbag this morning pontificating on why micro-dosing psychedelics was bad news. It … More
The world is full of annoyance and “noise” in the statistical sense. Meaningless “stuff”, which in the bigger picture it is best to ignore. To shrug,walk away from.
Very occasionally one gets a glimpse of peace and today was one of those all too rare days.
I was contemplating meditation at the Wat Buddhapadipa in London and revisiting the basics of Buddhism this morning,
If you are going to go to church, go alone and go when it is empty.
The modern trope would have it that you are what you eat, but the metaphor needs taking further.
I will never be able to resolve my unshakable disbelief in Christian dogma with the profound peace I find singing sacred classical music in an ancient English church with a good choir.
Master Po say “Grasshopper never mind finger, go for moon”.
Said to be the second oldest parish church in the country, churches don’t come much bleaker than All Saints, West Stourmouth, Kent.
I had a delightful morning over a cup of coffee with some acquaintances I had been meaning to get to know better.
…how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin…
Cleopatra was fortunate indeed, the rest of us may age less well. But we should embrace age, not resent or fear it.
Analysis and thought are the very antithesis of the sort of behavior likely to lead to lasting peace.
Does it sound curious to link a vastly popular work of science fiction to the concept of mysticism?
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite.
For some years I have assumed that far from inheriting the earth, the meek will be trampled underfoot. I am beginning to wonder whether I am mistaken.
I’m sure there is peace to be had and I have often found snatches of it. The big trick is to make it last.
I was reading a post this morning on “alchemical healing” and was a little puzzled by it.
I wonder whether it is possible to be a hermit these days? And if so, where.
I wonder whether I am guilty of “tilting at windmills”.
I have come to question my behaviour when dealing with a pig over the past couple of years. Well, pigs actually.
My own petty, unimportant and irrelevant moral dilemma should teach me something about the world and how to improve it.
Must try harder! Unfortunately as an imperfect individual I find it necessary to question my own behaviour on a daily basis.
Regret, while you still have breath, is a wasteful extravagance, a futile and destructive luxury.
To have lived a good life is all that matters in the end.
I write to educate myself.
Consciousness can only be sought through science and empirical, rational thought.
Can we find peace in this world despite what the Book of Common Prayer says?
Suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes runs close by. Don’t follow it!
Meditation is not or need not be any sort of religious devotion. But it must become a way of life if it is to be any help to you.
There comes a stage where some hand over responsibility to the next generation and gradually withdraw from the world.